The Billionaire Kidnapped Me

PROLOGUE

Iuhence breathed a sigh of relief when the plane landed that just flew in the air because there was a crazy man who hired her to confess his feelings and propose to a woman. His friend, Tyron Zapanta is one crazy man. Raine is crazy about it. and even sympathized with him.

You volunteered, remember? It was his mind that always disagreed with him.

"What the hell ever." He muttered under his breath and then stepped out of the airplane.

He was walking towards the exit when an irresistible scent filled his nostrils. he closed his eyes and sniffed the air. He followed the smell and led him to the back of a woman who was busy rummaging through the pouch she was carrying.

The woman is looking down; her long pin straight hair was covering her face.

He cleared his throat to get the woman's attention. it stopped when kuwan looked up. When their eyes met, his mouth parted in astonishment. His parted lips were eliciting shock as he looked at the woman's beautiful-no, pretty-no. Gorgeous? No. There's no way to describe the beauty this woman possesses.

he was transfixed as he started at her ethereal face.

Her pin straight gray-white hair-must be dyed-complements her small heart shape face. Her nose was proud and straight. Her lips were pink, so ravishingly soft looking and so kissable. His mouth watered for a taste. then her expressive- wait what? Her eye color is red?

He examined her eyes even more. Maybe his eyesight is just wrong. Yes, definitely red. What the fucking hell? Maybe she's wearing a contact lens. Yeah, that must be it. She's pretty.

"Need anything?" her voice sounds chesty but at that moment, he doesn't care. He doesn't give a fuck to anyone or to anything except for the woman standing an arm away from him.

Fuck! What is happening to me? I really should look away. by now, this woman thinks that I am a lunatic for staring at her ethereal face for more than a couple of minutes.

He blinked and held out his hand. "Hi. I'm Yuhence Vergara." Then he flashed his infamous smile that makes women's knees wobble.

But what he expected did not happen. he raised an eyebrow at him and his eyes were sharp as he glared at him.

"I didn't ask for your name." He said and passed him while bumping into his shoulder.

His eyes followed the woman's receding body. His eyes dropped down to her ass. he felt his groin tighten inside his pants. Damn it!

He whistled. "Nice ass, Miss gray-white hair!" He shouted making him stop walking.

He laughed weakly when he saw that he almost flew the way to the exit of the Airport. He shook his head with regret. it's sad because e. He didn't even know the girl's name.

Wasteful.

MHEL was fumbling on her pouch when she saw a very expensive Italian shoe stopped in front of her. he hastened the search for his cell phone because he will call Raine if she is still here in the Philippines. And she has to make it quick. Maybe his Daddy and Mommy are looking for him now because he suddenly stopped walking earlier.

he wouldn't have paid attention to whoever was in front of him when he heard a taste. He let out a sigh and looked up.

her breath was nearly knocked out of her lungs when she saw the man standing in front of her looking at her with adoration in his emerald eyes. His hair was disheveled but it makes him look more gorgeous like a Calvin Klein model. His stubborn jaw line, pointed nose and thin lips. Terrible. this man is very handsome. The beauty of this thong is amazing.

He could be the personification of the word hot and gorgeous.

She stared back at his magnificent emerald eyes and it felt like she was being sucked into the depths of them. he looked down but he couldn't stop staring at her lips. Oh god! This man should be in Alcatraz for possessing such a sinfully handsome face.

She kept her poker face on. "Need anything?" He asked flatly. It can't know what's going on in his mind!

it extended its hand. "Hi. I'm Yuhence Vergara." The man said with a breath-taking smile that almost made her knees turn to jelly.

Get a hold of yourself, Mhel! That's just a man. He preached to himself. He has a lot in Canada. yes there are many but not as handsome as the man in front of him.

"I didn't ask for your name." He said and bumped his shoulder as he passed the young man.

He quickly walked away from the young man. he could feel his eyes caressing his back and he almost lost his breath due to his heart beating so fast. She can feel him raking a hot gaze over her back and it's making her feel hot. Holy sweet! What is happening to him-

a whistle dragged her back from her reverie and then that baritone sexy voice shouted making her halt. "Nice ass, Miss gray-white hair!"

He felt that all his blood rose up in his body and all went to his cheeks. she can feel her cheeks burning especially when she saw men looking at her butt!

He almost flew in the direction of the Airport exit to escape the critical gaze of the men sitting next to him.

That man is a pest! not even thinking that there are many people before saying something. Yes, it is handsome, but it seems that it only brings disaster to him.

"Mhelanie!" It was her father's voice. "Over here!"

He quickly looked in the direction where his father's voice came from. and there he is, standing beside a red Mercedes-Benz.

He walked quickly to the car. He was about to open the door to the back set when his father spoke.

"Where have you been?" This is a question.

"I got lost." He is lying. She's used to lying to her father. if he doesn't lie and tell her the truth, she will get angry and tell him something again.

"Okay." Her father sighed. "Get in."

He got into the car next to his mother. so that his parents wouldn't talk to him, he put earphones in his ears and just listened to music.

She closed her eyes then listened to the music as the car drove to the Zapanta Luxurious Hotel. Later that night they will go to the Vergara Mansion to attend a birthday party.

"HAPPY Birthday my very beautiful, mother." Iuhence said then kissed his mother on the check.

His mother, Othella Johnson-Vergara, the 1988 crowned Miss Universe, smiled at him. "Asus, you child. You beat me again."

He chuckled at that. "Mom, I won't flatter you. when I do that, it's like I'm kicking myself. We looked alike remember?" He said then winked at his very lovely mother.

"Yes." This is like giving up. "Hi, take care of your guests." he said, gesturing with his hand to his friends who were gathering at a table and taking pictures.

"Okay, mom." He kissed his mother on the cheek again and walked towards his lunatic friends. "Wow, handsome people." He said as he approached his friends' table and sat in an empty seat. "Just eat. The food served today is delicious."

Dark rolled his eyes. "Probably. Train is your cook."

He smirked. "Yeah."

Lander shook his head. "You really are, man. You are the stingy one. The amount of money you earn every month, you don't even hire a caterer?"

"Train offered." He said with an innocent shrug. "I just accepted it. It's a shame."

"Whatever you say, you accepted it because it was free."

"That's part of the reason." He said smiling. "Anyway, where are the love birds? Where are Tyron and Raine?"

Calyx made a disgusted sound. "I don't want to be near them. They are freaking gross."

Lander shivered. "Yeah. They have these eww eyes that keep on looking at each other. Good thing I got off the plane before them. I might have vomited."

He laughed at his friend's comments. He has the same comment. "They are freaking gross. It's a good thing they didn't come here. I might have dropped them in the swimming pool-"

"Wait, Iuhence. Look at that." Lander cut him off then pointed something behind her. "Who's that? Pretty."

When he heard the word pretty, he immediately turned around. and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when he saw the woman in the airport. Hell!

Before Lander could get ahead of him, he stood up and casually walked towards the parents' table where the girl was sitting and she looked very bored.

"Good evening, everyone." he said making everyone at the table turn, including the woman with white hair.

She's freaking bored! Since they arrived at the birthday party of Mrs. othella Vergara, former Miss Othella Jacobson, the 1988 crowned Miss Universe, her parents did nothing but talk to people she had no interest in talking to.

"They will be a great couple, right?" Her father said. "They will produce beautiful babies."

He frowned at what his father said. Who is it referring to that will make beautiful babies?

"Yes. I agree." Language of Mr. Rickee Vergara while looking at him.

His mind became even more confused. Is he the one they are talking about?

"You're son and my daughter should get married as soon as possible. You agree with me?"

"Yes, I agree."

It was as if he was overcome with strength when he heard what his father said. He was sitting cold. Get married? Soon? No! No! No! Can not! her father told her that he already chooses a man for him, but he didn't say that he would marry that man! No way! He will not agree!

I'm just twenty two for crying out loud! I am not marrying at a young age for fuck sake!

he knew his life would be ruined if he followed his father's wishes. This time, maybe, he should want to follow. Ever since she was a child, her father controlled all her movements. But no! Not this time.

"Good evening, everyone." a very familiar sexy baritone voice spoke.

He turned to where he came from and was stunned to see the rude man earlier at the Airport.

"Oh." Mr. stood up. Rickee and tapped the newcomer on the shoulder. "Everyone, this is my son, Yuhence Vergara." his voice was full of pride.

His father stood up and shook Iuhence's hand, then his father came to him and grabbed him by the shoulder. "This is my daughter, Mhelanie Tschauder. She will be your wife. We are already planning the wedding."

irritated, he stood up and approached the man who was staring at him. He didn't seem surprised by what his father said. Does he know?

"Sexy dress." He commented in a low voice while his eyes were glued to his body. "You're giving me a huge boner, honey."

"Dance with me." She said and took the man by the hand and pulled him towards the dance floor.

Iuhence's arms instantly wrapped around her sexy waist and her arms wrapped around his neck when they arrived in the dance floor.

"I'm not gonna marry you." She said straight to Iuhence's face.

the man innocently looked at her. "Yeah? Do you think your father will let you do that?"

"I'll talk some sense into him." He brought his face closer to hers. Their lips are only a span apart. "If you don't mind, I have-" He stopped speaking as he noticed her looking at his lips like a hungry lion. "Are you listening to me?"

Iuhence dragged his gaze to her eyes then he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the Vergara Mansion.

"W-Wait- What are we doing here?" He asked confused. "Let go of me!" He tried to get out of his grip but he couldn't.

Iuhence pulled her towards the fourth floor and entered a room with a manly scent.

"What are we doing here-" Before he could finish what he had to say, her lips were on his and he was pressing a kiss to it.

She was rooted in place. A hot sensation ripped through her body. she couldn't move as Iuhence kissed her roughly, then a minute later, his kiss became soft and passionate. He kissed her like he owned her mouth as he slid his tongue inside her. And Mhel didn't know what happened to her. She started to kiss him back. she started to moan as he pleasured her with his expert hands.

His hand was squeezing her rich breasts. She moaned on his mouth at the same time Iuhence bit her lower lips. It seemed to bite his lips.

iuhence kissed her passionately as he worked on the zipper of her gown.when he took off her gown, his hand went to one of her rich breasts, his other hand was inside her panties and playing with her jewel, while his lips were busy kissing her neck.

"Ohhhhhh." Mhel moaned when she felt him suck her skin. it will definitely leave a mark tomorrow. "Uhmmmm."

His lips moved down to her stomach, to her belly, until his lips reached her womanhood.

He pulled out the young man's hair as he began to eat her womanhood. she was moaning loudly and pulling Iuhence hair but looks like he doesn't mind if she is hurting him. He even groans in pleasure every time she pulls his hair.

"Uhhmmmm..." She moaned when she felt his tongue and finger working on her clit. The pleasure was too much. It is blinding.

iuhence never stop lapping her mound until orgasm multiple times. His knees were shaking and he was wobbly standing and the young man seemed to notice that.

Mhel realized that he was in bed and there was no cover. Iuhence is settled between her thighs, preparing her for penetration.

"Ready?"

"Ready as I can ever be." He answered while looking at her green eyes that were so good to look at.

when Iuhence manhood entered the heart of her femininity, she gasped as pain and pleasure ripped through her. Making her moan and whimper at the same time.

Their bodies molded into one and they started dancing. Their heartbeats served as their music and their moans were the lyrics. it was the most erotic and the most passionate night of Mhel's life.

But still... it couldn't stop her from leaving.

Early morning, when no one was awake yet, she ran away from Vergara's Mansion and flew away using the last cash on her wallet. he didn't use a Credit Card because his parents could trace it. She snapped the Credit Card into two and trashed it.

He will not agree to get married. He still has many dreams in life. He still wants to reach something. even the man who wants to marry her is the man she gave her womanhood to. He still doesn't want to. If she'll marry someone, she'll make sure that she loves the man. And now, she's going to the place where no one can dictate her. Where no one can decide but her.

as the plane boarded, a feeling of melancholy wrapped around her heart. I'm sorry, mom. I'm sorry, Dad. I just can't let you ruin my life.

CHAPTER 1

LONELINESS is inevitable, especially if you're alone. And that's what Mhel is feeling at the moment as she sits inside a coffee shop in Russia. It's Sunday and it's boring. I wish I could go back home.

There's never a day that she doesn't remember her father and mother. he always remembers his parents. How are they? He really wanted to go home and go back to his old life. But he is afraid that his father might control him again.

She already tasted what freedom feels like, and it is amazing. she doesn't want anyone stealing away her beloved freedom.

She'd been living her in Russia for eight years now. At first she was terrified. She had never been alone all her life. His parents were always there for him but for the past eight years, he faced life alone. Even if it's scary, for his freedom. She can do anything.

"Hello, beautiful lady. Can I sit with you?" The guy said in Russian.

He stood up and tackled the man. "You can have my table, sir." He said in Russian and walked out of the coffee shop.

During the eight years he was in Russia, he learned to speak their language but he was not very good at it. and in the eight years she's been living here alone, she hasn't let a man into her life.

She's afraid to welcome a guy in her life for a reason that he might steal her freedom away. Her freedom is very important to her. He left his parents just to be free. all her life, she was imprisoned in her parent's house. Raine is the only friend her father lets into their house. He has no life outside of their home.

As he was walking towards his apartment, his cell phone rang.

she fetched the phone from her jeans back pocket and answered the call.

"Hello? Mhelanie Lorenzo, speaking." He said on the other line. Ever since she set foot in Russia, she changed her name from Tschauder to Lorenzo, her mother's surname.

"Mel, hello." said a woman with a heavy English accent on the other line. "I know it's your day off, but I have a favor to ask."

He smiled at what he said. "It's okay. What is this favor you wanted to ask from me?"

The person on the other line took a deep breath before speaking. "I want you to deliver some flowers to Wolkzbin Mansion. Can you do that for me, Mhel? It was a last minute order and it is the Wolkzbin so I cannot say no."

Wolkzbin Mansion is well known throughout Russia. Almost all Businesses here in Russia are owned by the Wolkzbin family. from the production of Vodka exported to different parts of the world to Restaurants and Hotels scattered throughout Russia and Europe.

In short, that family is very rich.

"Sure. Just wait for me in the flower shop." He said to the person on the other line. "I'm on my way."

"Thank you." she said in Russian.

"You are welcome."

Mhel had been working for Dio Flower shop for almost seven years now. That's the only job that doesn't require a credential. As long as you work hard, it's fine with the owner.

A few minutes later, he arrived at the Dio Flower shop. the flowers he will deliver are already placed on the truck. All she needs to do is drive the truck to Wolkzbin Mansion and she can get home and sleep afterwards.

After a slightly long drive, he also arrived at the Mansion of Mr. Wolkzbin. the magnificent humongous house stood perfectly before her. For him it was not a mansion, for you a palace in ancient times. It looks so regal and breathtakingly beautiful.

The voice of the security guard at the gate dragged her out of her reverie.

"Who are you?" the guard asked in a firm voice.

"I'm Mhel Lorenzo from Dio Flower Shop." His introduction.

Recognition dawned on the security guard's face. "You may enter." He said and opened the gate.

she drove the car towards the large solar where the mistress of the house, Clara Garay-Wolkzbin stood, waiting for the flowers. What he knows is that the lady is of Filipino descent. the love story of this and the man Wolkzbin is really inspired by women who dream of getting a rich husband. Clara Garay-Wolkzbin was just an employee in Wolkzbin enterprise. Until Terron Wolkzbin met her and the two got married.

he got out of the car and approached it. "Good morning, ma'am."

"Good morning." Unlike other Russians, she doesn't have an accent. Her English is flawless. "Where's the flower?" The woman giggled, happiness gleamed in her charcoal eyes. "Oh, I'm so excited to see the flowers."

he smiled at his reaction and walked towards the back of the truck to open it.

A loud excited shriek echoed in the whole solar making her jump. When he looked to see who screamed, it was none other than Mrs. Wolkzbin. His face was full of joy while looking at the flowers inside the truck.

Then a very handsome man stepped out from the door of the mansion. His handsome face was full of concern.

"Mother! What happened? Why did you scream?" That man surprised her.

Tagalog?

"Oh, son." that lady smiling. "Look at the flowers. Aren't they beautiful, Train? Your bride will love them."

So it is true. Mrs. has Filipina blood. Wolkzbin. wow Just amazing. He thought that was not true.

The man named Train grimaced in disdain. "Mother, leave the flowers alone. and I wonder if my fiance will like it. I don't even know that woman."

"That's because you never bothered to know her, my son. You have eluded your destiny to marry her, Train." The woman retorted. "Why don't you get to know Krisz better? She's a good woman, Train."

"How am I supposed to introduce him when we're getting married the next day?" The young man snorted. "And I don't want to get to know her. I'm just going to marry her because dad is in the hospital right now and the only thing I can do to improve his condition is to make that girl feel guilty." He said for a long time, unable to paint his face.

Before the mother and daughter's conversation could go on, he interjected.

"Excuse me." he said in a polite voice. "Should I take out the flowers and where should I put them?" He said in Tagalog language. Because they understand and he misses talking to each other.

She and her mother used to speak Tagalog. you taught him because he doesn't want him to be a foreigner in his country of origin.

Two pairs of eyes looked at her in utter shock. The man named Train was the first to recover from the shock.

"You speak Tagalog?" Said the young man with his voice still filled with amazement.

he nodded and smiled. "Yes. My mother is a Filipina." He informed this.

The women shriek in joy again and pulled her into a tight hug. "Ohh, my god. What a fun day today. A Filipina! It's been a long time since I came home to the Philippines. since my parent's death, I haven't come home." She exclaimed. "Amazing!" Then the woman stilled like an idea just popped into her head. "Wait here. I'll get something."

The lady released him and excitedly entered the house. he was left outside under the scrutinizing eyes of the young man.

"So," he drawls and then puts his hands on his pocket. "What's your name?"

"Melanie Lorenzo." He answered with a bow.

"You said your mother is a Filipina. So what is your father?" He sounds innocently curious.

"My father is a German." She had said too much personal information already.

"Lorenzo is not a German surname."

When he looked up, he caught Train staring at him and seemed to be examining every angle of his face.

"What?" She inquired.

It shook its head gently. "Nothing. I just thought I knew you from somewhere."

She paled. Does he know him? Have they met? But he couldn't remember having met anyone as handsome as him before, except for you! Don't go there! don't you dare remember that devil incarnate man who unexpectedly hangs around in her heart even when she tried to forget the memories of him. That man still did not open his heart.

"A-Ahm ... s-where did you see me, Sir?"

before the young man could answer, his mother came out with a wide smile on her lips.

"I'm back." The woman giggled and handed her something. "This is for you."

Train groaned in irritation. "Mom, you already invited three thousand guests to my wedding. And now you're going to add more?"

the woman rolled her eyes at his son. "Silly, boy. It's normal to have a lot of guests because our family is well known. Many people will sulk at us if we don't invite them." Then she looked at her. "Here, iha, the invitation to Train and Krisz wedding.

"Mommy!" The man restrained the mother. "We already have three thousand guests-"

"It's okay." He returned the invitation to the kind lady. "I don't want to atten-"

Mrs. Wolkzbin cuts her off. "Then we'll make it three thousand and one and oh, shut up, please." The woman glared at her son and then smiled adoringly at her. "You will attend, yeah? I'll sulk if you don't."

"Ah, because-"

"This could help your flower shop too." It added. "When they like the flowers. You could entertain them and advertise your flowers."

He thought about what the lady said. That would greatly help the Dio Flower shop. ayana, the owner, has been a good friend to her. It also helped him a lot during his stay here. "Ahm," he gulped. "Sure. I'll attend."

"Great." The woman chirped. "Come," he guided her inside the mansion. "I know you don't have a dress because it was an impromptu invitation. That's why, I'll just lend you my clothes. We're both sexy." She smiled broadly. "Oh, I'm so excited."

He shook his head. What did he get into?

iUHENCE was comfortably sitting on the couch with Lander, Calyx, Ymar and Dark when Train barged in unannounced. Its face cannot be painted.

"Bud, what's with the irritated face?" He asked his friend. "Has your husband arrived?"

"He is not my wife." Train said the mixture was bad. "I'm just so annoyed!" It was sitting on the floor. "Argh! My mom was being a pain in my ass! She already invited three thousand guests and now she's adding one! Cant this get any worse?" He sighed in defeat.

He laughed at how it looked like heaven and earth were mixed together. "You could leave." He offered nonchalantly. "Then your father will die."

Train glared at him. "My father will not die!"

He raised his two hands in surrender. "Okay. Okay. He will live. But don't expect too much. Your father is quite old too. die too-" He didn't finish what he had to say because Lander covered his mouth.

"Shut up, Iuhence." Lander said.

Calyx shook her head. "Damn, man. I am blunt but I am not like you. Your mouth doesn't have a filter. You need to shut your mouth. You are so insensitive. You know how worried Train is about his Father."

He sighed then pushed Lander's hands away from his mouth.

"What I say is true." He said and got up from sitting on the sofa then walked towards the terrace. He's on Train's house in Russia.

iuhence leaned on the balcony railing and then looked down. There's a truck parked in the large solar and some men were taking out flowers from the truck. Maybe that will be used for Train's wedding.

speaking of Train, he admits that it was insensitive of him to say those words but that's the truth. If you don't like the things that are happening in your life, then leave... running away is the best answer. But that best answer was the wrong one.

there are consequences of running away and that is leaving your family behind, heartbroken and worried. And that girl didn't even think about that before she ran. It didn't even think about its parents who were almost crazy about what they found here. and she didn't even think about the man she left in bed after she gave her womanhood to him.

Life really sucks... big time.

CHAPTER 2

THERE'S one thing in Iuhence's mind as he stood beside Train in the altar: I hate weddings. But he has no choice because he is Train's best man.

He laughed weakly when he saw Train's look. He looks like a man whose suffering from LBM. His face is so wrinkled that even Leonardo de Vinci couldn't paint his face.

"Chill, man." He said laughing. "Look alive, bud. You look like a dead man walking."

He gave him a bad look. "Fuck off, Iuhence. I'm not in the mood today."

he snickered. "Can't do that, my man. I am your best man after all."

Train puffed an annoyed breath. "Remind me again why I choose you to be my best man?"

"Because I am handsome and you want your wife to look at me instead of you?" He offered while smirking smugly.

He shook his head and let out a deep breath. "I wish you were in my position right now."

He grimaces in disgust. "Man, I can do anything for you. I can even give you the moon and the sun, but not to be you right now. You will be alone in your misery. You will still feel sorry for me."

Train faced him. Its face is lifeless. "Aren't you my friend?"

"Yeah..." he hesitated.

"Then take me away from here." His voice was very serious.

"Dude, you are so dramatic. Man up. You're already at the altar. Besides, ew, I don't do men. Trainyou will destroy my honor if I run you here."

Train scowled at him and he was about to retort back when the wedding march song filled the church.

He patted his shoulder as he straightened up. "Good luck, man. You're going to need lots of it."

RECEPTION is boring as hell. it's like sticks that got married and the two are gone. Iuhence likes to make fun of Train. The disgust on his face was obvious. The only people who were happy in that marriage were the parents of the bride and groom.

He raised his hand to get the waiter's attention. it immediately came to him. He looked at the tray in his hand that only had a glass of vodka.

"Do you speak English?" He asked the waiter.

The man nodded. "Slight. Not fluent."

"That's good enough." He took a glass of vodka from the tray. "Can you get me a bottle of vodka please? I don't think this-" he raised his hand holding the goblet that contained only Vodka. "-can quench my thirst."

The waiter looked at the glass of vodka he was holding. "Sir, that vodka you are holding is already owned by someone. i was about to give it to her when you called my attention. I'm sorry, Sir. I will get you another one."

He raised his eyebrows. "She?"

"Yes, sir." He pointed to something behind him. "That's her."

He looked at the girl he was pointing at.

a thunderous lightning with electric shock hit every nerve of his body and every fiber of his being when his emerald eyes settled on the woman the waiter was pointing at. Her hair is no longer gray-white but colored Hazel. she still possessed that ethereal beauty that caught his attention at the first time.

How can I forget the face of a woman who haunted my sleeping and waking hours for years?

He didn't know how many minutes he had been looking at the girl without knowing that he was looking at her. and like a cliché scene in movies, slowly, her head turns to him. Their eyes locked and he saw shock, fear, defiance and uneasiness in the depths of her beautiful stunning liquid brown eyes that can be compared to the darkest autumn.

"Mhelanie..." He whispered her name.

the woman who eluded him for eight years abruptly stands up and she did the most illogical yet irritating thing. She quickly walks towards the exit of the reception hall.

As if he was going to let her escape. Not this time, honey. I won't let you run away this time. over my hot well-toned gorgeous body!

THOSE soul-sucking emerald eyes stared at her like he is looking to the depths of her soul. Even if he wanted to look away, he couldn't. His gaze is like a magnet and he is hypnotized.

he pinched himself to bring himself back to the present. Little by little, fear enveloped his heart. Why? Why is it here? Why does he need to see her?

His body seemed to have a mind of its own and stood up. Then he took big steps towards the exit of the reception hall. shit! Why is he still attending this wedding?! And why didn't he see the young man earlier in the church?

He should blame the girl next to him who kept asking him about flowers! Argh!

he breathed a sigh of relief as he finally made it out of the reception hall. He was about to run towards the road where a taxi was parked when someone grabbed his arm.

in a blink of an eye, she was roughly pinned in the nearest wall and those emerald eyes looked into the depths of her very soul.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked in a weak but baritone voice. His sexy and baritone voice made her Goosebumps.

he swallowed as he felt as if something was tickling that part of his body because of the closeness of their bodies. Just like that passionate night they shared together. What he felt that night was what he felt at that moment.

"Where are you going?" his voice was soft but firm. "Do you know what happened to the people you left behind when you left?"

She shrinks from the way he stares at her. Mhel felt suffocated as she stared at the man's emerald eyes. "Ah ... Ah, ah. n-Naka-" He couldn't think of anything to say as he looked at it.

His emerald eyes held hellfire in their depths. "Where do you live now?"

He swallowed his fragrant breath. His knees almost trembled. "D-Does it m-matter?" He stammered.

"Yeah. It does." he said with a dark expression on his face. "If I were you, I would tell you where you live. Because maybe my demon suddenly attacks and I call your parents who are almost crazy looking for you. You wouldn't like that, yeah? You did hide for eight years so as not to be found. So humor me."

He is threatening her and she is threatened. He was sure that if he called his father he would come right away. Maybe his father will be here tomorrow.

"W-Why do you want to know where my b-house is?" he asked nervously.

"I'm curious." It's a simple answer.

"Don't you know that curiosity always kills the cat?"

"Yeah, I know that. But the cat has nine lives. So I think he'll live."

He let out a breath and secretly accepted defeat. "Fine. I'll show you my house. but when you see it, go away."

"It's not you who will decide if I leave or not. That's my decision, not yours." He said in a cold voice.

Then he took her by the hand and pulled her towards the parking lot of the large solar where the reception was held.

when they got to the parking lot, he pulled her again and she just pulled away. He is still in a state of shock from what happened. Someone had found her. What the hell is she going to do now?

They stopped in front of a sleek black Bugatti Veron. He was not surprised when he opened the said car. Iuhence Vergara is after all a shipping magnet. The CEO and owner of the Pacific Pearl Shipping lines.

"Get in." This is how it opened the Driver's seat. "You're in the passenger seat and not the backseat." he said when he saw him about to open the backseat.

He folded his arms. "No. If you want to know where my house is, I'm in the back seat-ahhhh!" He held her tightly and slung her over his shoulder like a sack of rice.

his eyes rolled due to his position. And because of that position, she came face to face with this man's edible ass.

His cheeks reddened at the thought especially when the image of her sitting entered his brain. Mhel perfectly knows how edible his ass is.

Mhel screamed when Iuhence suddenly deposited him in the passenger seat. He quickly put the seat belt on her and closed the door. He was about to open it when he heard the door lock. His eyes narrowed in anger as he looked at the remote in his hand. Pest!

when the young man got in, he quickly revved the car's engine and drove it out of the parking lot.

A MINUTE later, they arrive at her small apartment.

"This is my house." He said and gestured to the three-story apartment. "You're happy now?" he asked full of sarcasm.

"Ecstatic." He said dryly then grabbed her hand again and pulled her towards the door of the apartment. "I want to see the inside of your apartment. Let's go."

He was forced to follow the young man.

Mhel slid the house key in the door knob and then opened it. then he was the first to walk towards her apartment.

When they entered her small flat, Iuhence strode as if he owned the place then he comfortably sat on her favorite couch near the window.

What is this man planning?

hE DOESN'T want to be rude but Mhelanie's apartment sucks. It's like a sham version of a rotten old house. Good thing the whole apartment is neat and tidy.

"Now that you've seen the inside of my apartment, please, leave."

He looked at the girl with her arms crossed in front of her chest. "Honey, I'll leave if I want. Okay?"

Her liquid brown eyes shoot daggers at him. "What do you want, Iuhence?"

He felt like someone jolted his heart awake when he heard her say his name. there is nothing special about her saying his name, but the sound of her voice while saying his name awaken the beast between his legs. Oh, no. I'm in trouble.

He shook his head to get rid of his thoughts. "Why are you putting up with this small apartment when you can stay in a penthouse? Your father is rich-"

"I live in this apartment for eight years. So please, don't insult me."

"What an insult you live in." He said in a cold voice. "There's no air conditioning. It's too hot." He gestured with his hand on his bed. "Your bed looks like someone died on it." He pointed to his small kitchen. "It is very neat but still not enough to even bake a cookie. And you don't even own a coffee maker." He looked down at the floor. "The floor is a bit old and ready to give up at any moment. And-" he walked towards the bathroom and peeked in there. "-the bathroom is very small. No space for extracurricular deeds like bathroom sex."

He was amazed at the young man. Its mouth is also terrible. will say what the person wants to say. It's good to gag.

"First, I don't need Aircon because half a year here in Russia is winter. Second, I don't cook cookies. Third, this is a cheap apartment so the floor is expected to be like that. Fourth, don't bother my bathroom! Pest! and who said I was working miracles in the bathroom?"

His emerald eyes flickered to her. Satisfaction is visible on its depths. "Good."

He was about to send her away when her cell phone rang. he quickly took the cell phone from the pocket of the Armani suit he was wearing and answered the call.

"Hello? Iuhence Vergara, speaking." There was a long pause and then he spoke. "That's better. I want you to monitor the shipment of LaCars. oh, and," he drawls as he dragged his gaze towards her. "- cancel all my appointments for a month. I'll be very busy."

He gulped at the way she looked at him. Oh hell! Why did he cancel all his appointments for a month? What is going on in that devil head of his?

he ended the call when he took off the Armani suit he was wearing and left only his boxers on.

He blinked at the young man. He stands before her with all his glory. She gulped and looked away to hide the blush that crept into her cheeks because of this man's nakedness. holy heavens!

"Iuhence! What the hell? Put your clothes on!" He shouted scandalously.

He took a step back as he started to walk towards her.

"What are you doing?" The nervousness that he felt when his leg hit the bed was overwhelming. he lost his balance and fell onto the bed.

Her lips parted as the young man lowered her. Their lips were just breath away. Their eyes were locked to each other and her breast was intimately pressed against his chest. Their closeness is making her feel hot all over. it's making her wet down there. Shit! This is not good!

"Say my name, Mhelanie." He whispered over her lips.

She hated her full name. But when Iuhence said it, it sounded like her favorite song filled her ears.

"Say my name, Mhelanie." This again.

She obliged. "Iuence..."

his emerald eyes darkened with need and desire. "Hmmm. I like it." He dipped his head on the hollow of her shoulder then kissed her bare neck. "My name sounds good when you say it. It's giving me a massive boner, honey."

Her face flamed. "W-What are you talking about?"

mhel gasped when Iuhence tongue licked her earlobe. He bit his lower lip to stop the soft moan that wanted to escape from his lips.

"S-Stop it, I-Iuhence." He stammered.

Iuhence pulled away and stared deep into her eyes. his emerald eyes were sporting emotions she cannot name."I still haven't forgotten what you did to leave me. Eight years had passed, Mhelanie. But nothing has changed. I still hate you for leaving." He expertly slid his hand inside her panties. "And you'll be punished for leaving me in the bed like that. Severely punish." After saying that, he pressed his lips with a kiss.